Because he was looking for Pooh. Hahahahahhahahaha. A Black man selling magazines told that joke to a family walking in front of me. We were all preparing to cross the street in front of the Art Institute. The profits from the magazines the man was selling would go to the homeless. He said that anyone who wouldn’t buy a magazine from him should oblige his wish to skip across the street. I skipped across the street because I wasn’t going to buy a magazine, but I couldn’t resist. After I finished skipping, I pulled out my wallet and handed the man a $2 donation.
In return, he gave me stories. He told me that I had just “got my kicks on Route 66.” I was very confused. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that I had passed a sign that marked the beginning of the iconic road. Route 66… American like McDonald’s, Starbucks, and soldiers traveling in ACU’s. If it hadn’t have been for that man, I doubt I would have noticed the sign.
The man also asked me if I liked the Ninja Turtles. I didn’t tell him that my mom used to babysit when I was a kid, and how the one day when she was babysitting she took Joey Kolar and me to Burger King. We got Michaelangelos that stuck their tongue out as our prize. Michaelangelo is the orange one, right? Anyways, the man shared with me that the producers of the Ninja Turtles were eating at Benningan’s, a restaurant across the street from the Art Institute. They were arguing about what to name the turtles and looked up at the writing on the building of the institute. It listed Rapheal, Donatello, Michaelangelo, Davinci and several other artists. Apparently, the producers finally settled their argument by choosing from that list. I don’t know if that story is true or not. It doesn’t matter to me none because it was a good story either way.
When I finished at the museum, I walked back across the street. The man was still there selling his magazines. I wasn’t going to, but last minute I decided to take his picture. I didn’t think he knew I was taking it, but sure enough, he posed. And it’s a classic.
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